After four weeks in Morocco I couldn’t eat another tagine, no way. And so when I got to the fishing port of Essaouira I hoped for a change of cuisine.

If you don’t know what a tagine is, it is a stew cooked in a clay pot (also called a tagine) and is eaten with bread (which is called tagine too) and after enough of them you will change (into a tagine). OK, so the last two aren’t true, but 4 weeks + Morocco = Tagine Trauma.

So my eyes lit up when I found the fresh fish stalls in Essaouira. It was quite literally the best thing I have ever seen. Well, almost. There were several stalls to choose from, each presenting their entire day’s catch out front.

As is almost essential in Morocco, I had to fight off the over-friendly waiters and pre-bargain a meal before I sat down. And what can I say...it was so fresh they could’ve served it as sushi. Delicious.

Lobster, crab, fish, prawns, I’ve criminally forgotten exactly what I had. But I do remember getting up from that stall and walking ten metres or so to another and ordering another round.

It was without doubt the tastiest food of the trip, and I have never had seafood of that calibre so cheap. Unbelievable. And by the way, Essouiara is a charming old town with cobbled streets, a wind-swept beach and a relaxed feel.